Albuquerque day 1 [imported from Myspace]

Waiting to board was anxious and awful. We got to the airport 3 hours early! And checking in and getting through security only took about 20 minutes. I had to take my shoes off and I didn't like that.
When I got to my terminal was the worst part, aside from sitting next to this adorable family. It was a younger couple and their baby trying to get to Kansas City but they had to wait around until there was a flight with enough free(available) seats. I kinda feel bad for them but I couldn't really do anything. Their baby was fussy tried to grab at my Doritos so I broke off small pieces to give her. It was cute and her mother called her "silly sugar".

Once I boarded the plane I become a wreck. I was getting so nervous as the stewart was reviewing safety stuff and by the time the plane was moving I was crying ever so silently. As we took off into the air I started getting really light-headed, which kinda sucks.
Ascending was cool as we just floated above the snowy mountains. I tried to take a picture but the batteries in my camera were dead and my extras are in my suitcase. If we were allowed to have our cell phones on I woulda used mine to take pictures.

I'm still anxious and feel funny but that's just because we're officially 33,000 feet high. I imagine crashing at this height would be painful, if not entirely deadly.

When I got to the airport, and after my parents left me, I wanted so badly to just call Dustin and talk to him to make me feel better but then I realized a very good reason that I couldn't--he's at freaking Basic Training!
He asked me to postpone my trip to Albuquerque, something about funds. I'm thinkin' "I pay our freaking bills. I know what we can and cannot afford."
He graduates in roughly one month and I can't wait to see him again.

Back to the flight, it should only be about an hour and 13 minutes, according to the pilot. And it's been about a half hour, at least. This shouldn't be so bad. I just have to worry about losing my insides when we land. x_____x

Tomorrow Kimberly is going to see her midwife and is taking me along. She thinks that I'm gonna not want to go but I am actually quite excited. It might help get me ready to have a baby with Dustin some day. Kimberly is due sometime in June. The rest of my family is going to see her in the fall.

Let me tell you about the stewart. He's delightfully fruity, if you know what I mean. He's really nice. And black, I believe.
Oh, and the pilot just announced that we'll be landing in about 23 minutes. That should give me time to wrap this up for now and save it.

I'm so exhausted, I haven't been sleeping lately. And not eating well either. I'm hoping that my stay with Kimberly and her family will do me some good. She is married for the second time, has a son from her first marriage and her husband Anthony shares custody of his daughter from his previous marriage.
And judging by the baby clothes my mom sent out with me, she's having a baby girl.
We're currently over a desert area of New Mexico and it's really nice. Almost no snow.
Man I have to pee! They serve us these complimentary drinks(I got apple juice) and then give us these "rules" of when we can and cannot stand up to go to the bathroom. Plus this plane is tiny! About 20 rows of 3 seats each. They way it worked out, I got the aisle seat and the window seat. Since there's only one seat on this side of the aisle. ^^

I feel kinda vulnerable traveling alone but I've just gotta keep me wits about me.
Pilot just descended a bit then leveled out again. Messed up my head real bad. I wish he'd stop doing that.
GOTTA GO! DESCENDING ALL THE WAY!

-Later-
I got in a lot earlier than Kimberly expected me, and she didn't see me in the airport because she didn't know my hair would be black. Laughable.

Back to now. I'm staying in LaVaun's bedroom because her mother has her tonight. She's her daddy's little princess. Her walls are already covered in posters. They're all Disney Channel stars. Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus, Ashley Tisdale, Emily Osment, Miranda Cosgrove, Vanessa Ann Hudgens...
I would've thought 10-12 years old if I just looked at her stuff, but she's turning 9 this year.
I just turned on her lamp, the lightbulb is pink. And I'm watching her t.v.--she's got cable.

I'm trying to make a playlist for a mixed CD for Dustin.
Oh oh, he called while Kimberly was showing me her ultrasound pictures and we talked about coming to see him in March! He says only 3 and a half more weeks... but I think he's getting ahead of himself...
I just checked and there are 4 and a half weeks until Family Day! I'm glad it's getting so close. I'm dying as it is and after that only 5 weeks of Advanced Individual Training at Fort Sam, Texas.
He wants me to come out on a trip with Karlee because apparently it would be a 45 minute cab ride from the airport to Fort Benning and he doesn't want me to have to do that. It would be so much more of a hassle though to ride down with Kar. And cost more. I say Karlee and I fly down and rent a car to drive the rest of the way. We'll see what we can afford at the time.
It'll be so nice to be in his arms again. Really, that's all I want.
I need to get a letter out to him. Yes. I. Do. I tried to while I was waiting earlier but just couldn't do it. I had a million thoughts flying around in me head and nothing was getting on paper. I'll try again tomorrow... Ya know, since I'm not going to have the internet until I get home.
I found 3 wireless networks in Kimberly's neighborhood but 2 of them were password-protected and the insecure network wasn't a strong enough connection to let me log into MSN or open my browsers or anything. Got meh mad! Oh well, it'll help me concentrate more on my amazing family that I'm visiting.
Remember, tomorrow I get to go with Kimberly to her doctor to see the babeh!

Well I'm watching Mythbusters right now in pink lamplight. Catcha later.

Private Dustin L. Bean [imported from Myspace]

Dustin called this morning. Except I didn't realize it was him until I ignored it the second time. All I saw on my cell phone was some random number and didn't notice that it said 'Georgia' above the number. I'm such a doofus. So after trying twice on my cell with no success he called my house and got me.
The good news is that he's alive.
The bad news is that he starts AIT the day after he graduates from Basic Training.
I guess I could be positive about it... at least he'll be getting it over with. It's only 6 weeks anyhow, as opposed to about 11 at Basic.

Just checked my calender and the day that Dustin said he'd be done with AIT is only 5 weeks after his BCT graduation. I hope he really does get out that early. That would rock =]
BTW, he said he's done April 25th, so another important date.

Let me catch you up on his letters. His last one consisted mostly of this:
"On Wednesday we started our first field training exercise. Well, that night we were put into an alcove. The entire company was packed in and they showed us some training aids like star clusters and then they threw a smoke grenade. Well they also threw a canister of CS gas and when the gas reached the alcove everyone panicked! They started running. Well I was the 3rd row in so everyone behind me started pushing. Well I got knocked over and stepped on. I crawled out of the gas, I stood up and passed out, hit my chin on the gravel and woke up to someone screaming 'Man down'. Well I went to the hospital that night they stitched up my chin and said my jaw was broken so I went back to the field that night and finished the field training exercise then went and got my jaw wired shut. It really hurts but my drill sergeants are proud because I went two days on a broken jaw and didn't complain."

More to come later of course, but now I'm gonna write a different blog. Kbye.

Well, I never! [imported from Myspace]

Sadly, only a couple of my friends have any idea how I've been feeling in the past couple weeks. Friends, are you out there? Lemme catch you up then on what you have probably missed.

1.2.08
I accompanyed Dustin to MEPS and then I said 'goodbye' at the airport.
He flew to Fort Benning, GA and I thought that at least while he was in Processing he could talk to me a bit...
My record of communications with him makes me unhappy... texted him all night Wednesday, then didn't hear from him until Sunday morning. He only chatted long enough to make sure I was okay and that I knew he loved me and missed me... said that he could call again that night... but he never did.
He said that he leaves the Processing station on Thursday so hopefully I'll hear from him by then... I don't even have a mailing address to send letters to yet. As soon as I do I'll be sending letters at least 3 days a week. I initially told him more like every day but c'mon people, seriously.

And if you haven't heard by now(shame on you)... I may or may not be pregnant. Signs are pointing to 'Pregnant' though more and more.

I'm wearing brand new socks that Dustin left here. I don't know why he left them. He bought them especially for BCT.
But now I wear them because it is so dreadfully cold in my house... and outside. And I have no matching socks.
Hummm.

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And Dustin, if you're reading this... I need you.